What I want:
I want more.
What I have-
I am glad,
but even more sad for what I don't.
Of the things that I get;
of what I want,
to give...
How can we live-
this way?
Going on like everything's okay.
And I just want:
more.
It isn't fair;
makes me mad,
makes me wanna cry.
Makes me want to leave-
give up, not try...
for anything.
Because I know I can't get it,
even if I want it,
so bad...
Of what I could of had;
had it gone diffrently...
Had my life turned another street,
but now as I stare down,
all I see is my feet:
with no footprints...
No way to find my way.
Not knowing where I'm going,
I stand here,
stay...
As night turns into day,
and the day fades into night:
this street is never ending,
no left turns, or right...
It never stops...
And we all will find our selves,
at the bottom of a hole.
Not a well,
not a lake,
it's just where we all go;
when we have no place no more.
It's our hole-
on this earth...
Makes me mad:
what I don't have.
Makes me glad for what I do.
My head been throbbing now-
I feel so damn confused...
Did I lose?
Did I win?
I have no choice, but to-
keep on walking down this road:
where my life has paved the way.
I don't know where I'm going,
but I no longer wish to stay-
here.
Wipe away the tears, and keep going...
I feel sorry that I want;
for all those who want it too...
A life we wanted more-
than the things we had to do.
And now we're here.
Walking down this street.
No lights, no sun, or moon.
No footprints from my shoes.
Not knowing what to do,
I just move. |